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cerezzzita · 2 years

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Half angel reader? BET! I like to think they have the same/similar power buffs as Dante (accelerated healing, strength, ect) but would they have an equivalent to Devil Trigger? Would could they turn into? Also which basis of angels would like to use? Like the scary biblical angels, the pretty ones in old art, or based in a game that has angels (my mind goes straight to Bayonetta and its lore)

Notes: *bayonetta's voice* Morning! Yeah, that's me finally answering this, um, request? It is more like an headcanons post, so here I brought y'all some headcanons of my own of what and how angels/half-angels would be in DMC Universe. It took me, at least, months and months of researching because goddamnit- it doesn't looks like, but angels have so many informations about them from Christian to Abrahamic religions, yet I think most of my hcs here came from Christian concept with a mix of DMC Universe, I think. I hope I don't offend anyone with this, btw.

So! Let's rock! Thank you for requesting and enjoy the experience as much as you can! (Again, this is more of an general hcs post, I'm just adding this 4Dante gif bcs it's somewhat I aimed to, y'know, relate + I love 4Dante with all my strength <3)

✦ Sidenote/To start off: Angels in the Devil May Cry universe do not "exist", they're treated like mythological beings and are mentioned throughout the whole series frequently. The DMC wiki suggests that demons once were angels, then there's The Fallen on DMC3 whose appearance is very angel-like and their description says they were in Heaven once. There's also The Seven Deadly Sins — said explicitly that they fell from celestial grace — Lucia's DT, the Angelo Knights (although they're demons but "Angelo" is the Italian word to angel, anyways you got the deal) and many more. I personally believe something happened to them, like, all of them fell and turned into demons, they're hiding somewhere or they were purely extinct… Also, this post is an open-one, that means y'all can reblog and add another headcanons of your own as much as you want!

These celestial creatures and their descendants match with the demons in general abilities such as superhuman strength, speed and durability, healing regeneration, and elemental control. However, there are facts that differentiate them from the infernal creatures, and they are:

Mortals faithfully believe that angels are humanoid beings of ethereal beauty with a singular and grandiose pair of wings. Depending on their placement in the angelic hierarchy, they range from human-like bodies to the most animalistic ones, and those that are "equal" in having a human shape are indeed heavenly beautiful. As for their wings, an angel can have one or more pairs of wings — again, all according to their position in the Celestial Spheres.

Contrasting with the demons' dark color palette, they have a more loaded palette of light tones such as white, blue and gold and in certain cases, brown. In their Angel Trigger, their bodies may or may not evolve further from their humanoid and animal-like molds with a kind of armor made of angelic stone that makes the most "human" angels vary between female and/or male silhouettes, their halos are on display and their faces take on a texture similar to a marble sculpture and do not move as they speak and express emotions; they're also able to control elements such as fire — restricted only to seraphim —, lightning, nature and ice.

As stated before, their ATs are usually able or not to evolve their basic bodies. For example: the cherubim are large and leonine, when they have the Angel Trigger activated, they become a triple combination of angel, eagle, a human head and four pairs of wings of divergent sizes. Seraphim, with a body that merely resembles a human one and with elements of fire for their clothing, become extensive flaming serpentine figures with six pairs of wings.

Angels are literally cold-blooded. Their natural icy blood differs from the warm blood of demons so they can withstand the lower temperatures of high reliefs, cold weather environments, and Heaven itself. Still, it's not a total benefit to the hybrids as thanks to their human half, they constantly need to be warmed up when exposed to these low temperatures for too long.

The halo of angels is made of light and a part of their soul, as it is what carries their identity according to their function in their respective Celestial Sphere, going from the most detailed to superior positions — seraphim, cherubim, thrones — to the simplest for lower positions — principalities, archangels, common angels. Halos, when exposed, can make the angel vulnerable to greater amounts of damage and in extreme cases on a battle, lead them to death.

All hybrids have only one pair of wings, regardless of which angel they descend from. They can measure between 5 to 8 meters in length and the color of their feathers can be entirely white or have brown, golden, silvery or bluish shades. Although they can be summoned at will, they only appear when a hybrid "matures" — around fourteen or fifteen years old —. It's not a pleasant process, the wings don't magically appear, they literally rip the flesh off the back and break some rib bones. Due to the high amount of damage, not all hybrids survive during the appearance of the wings, and those that have resisted the pain are able to regenerate in around two to three hours.

The term used to designate the hybrids, "Nephilim", is extremely offensive since its concept comes from the fallen and impure angels who failed to hide their children from the supreme forces of Heaven. It also refers to the infernal giants that, by their angelic reminiscent appearance, were associated with the heavenly creatures. "Nephilim" is commonly used by demons as a way of offending and despising their children, a remembrance to the angels' hypocrisy.

Angels and Demons cannot touch each other when using their powers or activating their Triggers during battle. This is also valid for half-angels and half-demons. Once their opposing essences collide, accidentally or not, the sensation will be the same as having been fatally burned, the place hit will present purple and/or blue veins with a golden energy for the angels and another fuchsia for the demons.

ꗃ special tagging: @tefimaysimp @aldryrththerainbowheart

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michaeljoncarter · 2 years

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i truly hate pretty much everything that’s been changed about garth’s character post-flashpoint, but the one thing that i feel like could actually be spun into something good is how they’ve changed his coming into his powers

tbh i still think the whole concept of the silent school is kinda dumb, but the fact that he enrolled (or was sent??) there at what seems like a pretty young age kind of implies that instead of manifesting his abilities later in life like he did originally, he either got them way earlier or has always had them to some extent, and oh my god do you realize how fucking funny that could be if it was incorporated into his original backstory

like i cannot stop thinking about it

his whole “lived completely on his own out in in the open ocean from the time he was born until arthur found him” thing is already absolutely hilarious if you think about how that would play out in current continuity

pre52, arthur had the whole “raised by dolphins” thing, so he could at least kind of relate to garth in that respect, but now that he’s been changed back to being half-atlantean, he’s literally just some dude who had a (relatively) normal childhood and is in absolutely no way qualified to even BEGIN dealing with all the complexities that would come with trying to help garth adjust to the absolutely insane change of going from living as basically a feral child to living in a giant castle as the ward of the king

like picture the first few weeks after arthur takes him in. just struggling harder than he’s ever struggled trying to keep this kid alive without going insane himself. like garth’s a fast learner, but he’s literally never interacted with anyone before this point. it would be absolutely hellish for everyone involved at first

depending on whether or not you want to go with the “atlanteans magically know languages for plot reasons” thing, he might not even be able to communicate at all at first. he’s terrified of FISH, starts screaming bloody murder every time any sea creature comes within ten feet of him, which, in the castle of the king of the seven seas, is OFTEN. and he’s got no other way of expressing his frustration so he bites. good god does he bite. his teeth are so sharp

arthur almost loses a few fingers, nearly loses his mind, probably becomes convinced garth is trying to hunt him for sport like he did in the original comics at least once, but eventually, they start to work things out. garth starts to adjust. he stops, like, chewing on the furniture. really mellows out. arthur is like “thank fuck. finally. the hard part is over. things can only get better from here”

and then BAM. he wakes up one morning to find half the west wing of the castle blasted to rubble because surprise! turns out the kid also has some wildass latent magical powers the likes of which no one has seen before and has just discovered he can shoot magical lasers out of his eyes. and also he has no idea how to turn them off

best of luck

#garth #garth of shayeris #me and my obsession w garth's origin and my absolute BAFFLEMENT that it's barely been touched on #when theres literally SO MUCH THAT COULD BE DONE WITH IT #scream scream scream #f this post makes no sense im blaming it on the fact that im sick. dont look at me

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tendertendrils1 · 1 year

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Someone asked me some great questions about R&R Ravio on Ao3 and I wrote an entire essay in response. It seems a shame for it to languish there, so it's getting chucked to the tumblr void as well!

I'm paraphrasing the questions but they were, roughly:

Is the relationship emotionally fulfilling for Ravio too?

Does Ravio have self-worth issues like Link does?

And whether he gets nervous when trying new things with Link/if he's always been nervous.

Readmore for length, minor spoilers, and non-explicit mentions of sex.

Some of this I'd already thought about and decided on, some of it I am winging and reserve the right to possibly change my mind on later.

Ravio is nervous in general and was at the start of their relationship too! He hid behind the hood and the exaggerated persona we see so much of in the game. Part of his development has been opening up and letting Link see him, both figuratively and literally. He has actually gained a lot of confidence over the course of the series. Putting the hood on during a rough sex scene is a tool for him and his mental state in the same way some of the toys he uses on Link are tools to help Link get into the right mindset. So some of his nerves come from when he's trying not to lean on those tools, or like the first time they had sex where Link could actually see his face: he was very nervous then. He's usually not nervous about introducing new kinky things because he's good at reading people in general and increasingly Link in particular. He's a salesman at heart; he knows how to present things so they'll appeal to the person he's talking to. He's got a pretty solid idea now on the kinds of things Link likes, what he'll tolerate, and what Link might be nervous about but will probably enjoy anyway. There are some things he hasn't wanted to risk trying, though.

Their relationship is emotionally fulfilling for him too! He does find great satisfaction in their sex life. He likes the control. It's an ego boost to be able to do those things to THE HERO, and successfully navigating Link's emotions and physical reactions so they both come away satisfied makes him feel very good about himself. It's manipulation in a way that he can feel good about! But as anyone wise will tell you, caretakers sometimes need people to lean on too. Ravio asking for gentle sex is him expressing a need that isn't getting entirely fulfilled. It's something they will continue to work on so Ravio can be happy in the relationship long-term. Link being okay with visiting Lorule and going with Ravio was one little example of the ways Link can be supportive of Ravio in return. As time goes on and Ravio continues to open up about himself, Link will keep discovering other ways he can contribute to Ravio's emotional well-being. Ravio's traumas are a little less obvious than Link's in part because of the point of view and in part because his are older and he's had more time to deal with them, but they are present and they will likely start to come out more over time. So in a way, yes, for now he is taking on the larger emotional load of the two of them, but I believe that is true of nearly anyone who is in a relationship with someone who is unwell in the way Link is unwell. That doesn't mean it will stay that way, or that he's not getting enough out of it even now to be happy.

Ravio's primary self-worth issue comes from him actually thinking of himself a coward. (He berates himself for leaving Lorule to get help, for example, even though it worked out and both Hilda and Zelda have told him he made the right choice. And all involved have acknowledged how difficult that choice was.) He also knows that some of the things he's good at (i.e. manipulation) can be pretty sleazy. He's done plenty of less than moral things in his life to survive. But he considers himself worthy of love, and he's found ways to make at least some peace with his talents. So that's a 50/50 on the self worth issues. More on this one TBD.

#rupees&rods

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thenightdayblogger · 7 months

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Can I have Know and Meet Strange for Esmé? And For Good + For Bad for whoever from any original work u currently have going 👀 (I want to ask abt whichever project you’ve worked on most recently but don’t know which project that is LOL)

Ask game here, thank you bookish!

Know: How well does your OC know themself—their wants, their goals, their motivations? Do they engage in any sort of self-reflection? Is there anything about themself they willfully ignore?

Ooh that's a good question! I think Esmé's definitely a mixed bag. On the surface, she definitely has actionable goals that she wants to achieve. Like no, she won't tell you what they are, but she knows. However tends to dismiss her less concrete desires—for connection, affection, etc—as superfluous/self-indulgent, so they're the sort of thing that catch her off-guard more often.

In the same vein, esme is keenly aware of many of her flaws, but that's not the same thing as trying to be better ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ like 'why bother fixing what's broken beyond repair' sort of vibe. It's not quite a personality thing, but I think she is trying really, really hard to ignore the growing understanding of just how dangerous she can be. It's definitely not made her more likely to look deeply at herself.

Meet Strange: What's the most memorable way your OC has ever met a new person? Was it a good experience? Bad experience? Just plain weird? How's their relationship with that person now?

Esmé never meets people normally LMAO uh, I think Ashfall just beats out Ortega, because in my brain he was just post-dusting (aka naked). esme bodily slams the monologuing villain into a wall. stands and dusts herself off, and silently handed Ashfall a XXXL kitschy souvenir branded t-shirt. and that was just that, tbh im not even sure esme would clock it as a 'weird' first meeting. They had a very good working relationship, although I'm not sure they ever became friends they were definitely friendly.

I've been mostly working on ASAWT, so I'll answer for Cordelia and Marius! Although i need to go back to Elenah and Theoren I miss them :')

For Good: Is there anyone in your OC's life who had an undeniable positive impact on who they are as a person? How did knowing this person improve your OC's life?

Cordelia: A lot of people, but she'd probably cite Alchemist Haywell—a professor at the Academy. He really took her under his wing in a lot of ways, and he was really the first person to express a sort of expert's praise—to tell her, as a well-respected alchemist, that she was talented and smart. With that, and a few other, faintly spoilery things, she credits him with her graduating at all.

Marius: If Marius did not have Terran he would still be under his father's thumb and exceedingly miserable about it, so probably him. Others as well!

For Bad: Is there anyone who had an undeniable negative impact on your OC’s life? How did your OC deal with that change? Have they been able to move on?

Cordelia: In her class, a spoiled, unpleasant and obnoxious son of a Count. She had to grit her teeth and bear him being a fucking tool because of his status and wealth, especially compared to her—but she's since graduated, and since she was at the top of her class and he was at the bottom, it definitely helped with her 'moving on' LMAOO. Just in general I'd say it's not any specific person, but how she has to react to people as sort of a small fish in a big pond (non-aristocrat entering a much bigger world)

Marius: Oooh a complicated, spoilery and anxiety-inducing question, I love it. I think he'd say his father, which is true but not the whole picture—but yeah. his father. They rarely speak, and absolutely he has not moved on.

Thank you for the ask bookish!!

#cordelia marchand #marius arsenault #esme nguyen #oc ask game

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 1 year

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Skin & Scale (Part 19)

Ran sets Mai and TyLee down first before letting her climb down. “Ugg,” Mai grumbles. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

It occurs to Azula, as she circles around several times, that Mai has only ever flown aboard war blimps. Never once has she had the chance to ride on Appa or in the claws of a dragon. At last she finds herself a comfort spot at the very heart of the Sun Warrior village. A spot that she had very much deemed not good enough during her first two circles. She coils herself up, with her tail tucked under her head.

"How was your flight?" Sokka asks.

She had gotten to test her wings. Had gotten to flap them alongside mother and father. And though she hadn’t actually taken off, the exhilaration was still there.

Knowing that she could fly.

That she will fly eventually.

The back of a dragon is much different than the back of a sky bison. It is mightier, it is powerful. Where the bison had been leisurely and without hurry, mother and father cut through the sky like twin comets.

She knows without a doubt that the Fire Nation wouldn't have stood a chance had they decided to swoop down and display their burning, vicious grief.

And one day that will be her.

One day no one will be able to hurt her.

"Our flight wasn't that fantastic." Sokka admits. "But I guess that being held in a dragon's claws is better than trying to cling on to a spine for about an hour."

Azula can picture him flapping about in the wind with one of his priceless expressions of exaggerated horror as he clung onto mother for dear life. She supposes that she should be happy for him that he hadn’t had to do so.

She lifts her head from her claws and nods. She gives one of her whiskers a little flick and touches it to his forehead as Shaw had done to her. But she isn't quite sure how to make the connection.

That much is apparent in the way Sokka flinches. She had gotten a good mental spark too. She rubs her head with her claw.

“Maybe you should ask your parents how to do that before trying again.” He grumbles, rubbing the back of his head. “I’m probably going to have a headache for the rest of the day.”

She is terribly glad that dragons can’t blush.

.oOo.

“So that’s really Azula.” Mai muses.

“Yeah.” Katara replies. “That’s really Azula.”

Really Azula as she was meant to be. Mai regards the dragon. She supposes that she isn’t surprised. Not really. Frankly, this form suits her. And strangely she acts more docile now as a dragon than she had as a human. Because of course she would…

Of course she would be a friendly dragon and a vicious human being.

Mai sighs, she shouldn’t be complaining. She would much rather deal with a moody, imposing princess than and absolutely horrifying dragon with a temper. Agni forbid Zuko ever turned into a dragon. Ugg, that whole family is so temperamental it is exhausting.

“She’s adorable!” TyLee declares, eliciting a dissatisfied grumble from Azula.

Mai wanders over to the both of them. “I guess.” She shrugs.

“She is!” TyLee grins. She holds a hand against Azula’s belly, her hand is silhouetted by the blue glow of her fire chakra beneath her scales. “She enjoys belly scratches, right here by her fire chakra.”

“Does Azula like that or does TyLee?” Mai quirks a brow.

“She was purring like a cat.” Sokka confirms. “There’s also this spot on her wings that she likes having scratched.”

“Good to know.” Mai mutters. Of course it is entirely useless information to her as she doesn’t plan on giving Azula wing or belly scratches. It somehow feels bizarre to do so. Maybe it is that she knows that it is Azula in that dragon from and that she can’t eject from her mind an image of her giving human Azula getting belly rubs and shoulder blade rubs. “I’ll pass though.” She says more to herself than anyone else. Of course this doesn’t save her from visualizing Sokka and TyLee petting a purring human Azula. She supposes that, without herself in the picture, it is rather humorous.

“She’s been doing a lot better these days.” Katara mentions. “She’s still…you know.”

“Yeah. I know.” Mai replies.

“But she’s come a long way. She and Zuko are getting along pretty well.”

“Good for Zuko.” Mai huffs.

“So you’re still mad at both of them then.”

Mai exhales and shrugs. “I’m not mad. But they’re such a hassle to be around. They’re both so…intense. And they’re intense in very different ways. It’s exhausting.”

Katara chuckles. “Yeah, it can be frustrating.” She admits. “But, I don’t know, I think that this whole dragon thing is helping Azula out a lot. Whether she realizes it or not. She’s kind of vulnerable right now and she’s going to have to learn to trust other people.”

And probably in a way that she never has before. Even after her fall–perhaps especially then–she had always been able to rely on and take care of herself. She made a point of doing so. And for once she has no idea what she’s doing. “I guess that that’s a good thing.” Of course she can always become a recluse. It would be terribly easy for her to embrace her dragonhood as fully as possible and reject all aspects of her former humanity.

Looking at her, she supposes that such a scenario isn’t as likely. She seems rather content to have the attention of Sokka and TyLee. “She’s a pretty dragon.” Mai comments.

“Why don’t you go talk to her?”

Mai shrugs and makes her way over to her former friend. She supposes that it will be easier to talk to her now that Azula can’t really do any talking–let alone commanding–of her own. For once she will have to listen. No interruptions, no excuses.

“Azula.”

The dragon stirs.

TyLee cringes. She takes Sokka by the elbow and pulls him away. And Mai is fairly certain that Azula is well aware that she is going to be getting a talk. One that has been long overdue. Perhaps it isn’t a good idea to upset a dragon. But she is tired of being talked over.

“You probably already know why I haven’t come to visit. But in case you don’t, because you are really horrible at reading people, I’ll tell you.” She decides that she will lay out something to keep Azula from complete dissatisfaction. “First of all, your brother is obnoxious, he’s stupid and careless and he never seems to learn from his mistakes. He’s so selfish and…ugg.” She pauses. “But you. You still want to brush off how you used TyLee and I. Fine, there probably was a part of you that really did care. And fine, I chose to go along with you. But that doesn’t changed that you used how desperate I was to get out of Omashu to get me to go along with everything. And it doesn’t change that you were going to let your own very stupid brother die. And you knew how I felt about him. That didn’t matter to you?” She takes a breath. “They keep talking about how much you’ve changed and how you’re not that bad but I still haven’t even heard an apology. You really do think that you were such a great friend, don’t you? And that we’re the mean ones?”

Azula shifts. But she hasn’t found herself charred yet, so that’s a good sign.

“So yeah, I haven’t bothered to check in on you or your stupid brother. Because both of you are selfish and arrogant and everything has to be about one of you two.”

She has gotten to speak her mind, sure. But what good is it now that Azula can’t reply after having finally listened.

She extends a claw but Mai isn’t sure what the gesture is supposed to mean.

“You’re probably wondering why I’m still here if I hate you so much.” She continues. “And that’s just it. I don’t hate you. I wish that I did. I wish that I could forget that I ever met the both of you.” She sighs and slips her hands into her pockets. “But I can’t and I guess that that’s why I’m here ranting at you instead of going back to my aunt’s flower shop and pretending like you don’t exist.”

Azula tilts her head.

At least she can confirm for certain that Azula is listening for once. Perhaps actually considering her words.

“So how about this? You take some time to think about what you finally listened to and when you figure out how to communicate, you can give me a response.”

She wants her friend back but she wants that friendship to be more…friendly. Maybe after that she and Zuko can finally have their overdue talk. A lengthy discussion about what it means to be a decent boyfriend.

Azula reaches her claw out again and Mai thinks that maybe Azula wants her to take it. She shakes her head. “Not until we have a real conversation.” She pushes that claw down and she thinks that she can see hurt in Azula’s eyes.

Mai sighs.

She almost turns around.

Almost takes Azula’s little dragon claw.

She has a feeling that the dragon will be confiding in Ran and Shaw who have been observing the conversation.

She also has a feeling that there will be matters for Azula to attend before she addresses her offer. Matters that involve the Sun Warriors that are beginning to file into the town center.

#Avatar The Last Airbender #Azula #Mai #Dragon Azula #Katara #Sokka #Fanfiction

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aquil-writes · 1 year

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Find the Words Tag Game

I was tagged by @hbxplain, thanks for the game! Your words hit a lot of my favorite scenes from both of my WIPs, so this was a lot of fun! It’s also been a minute since I read through Project 6 so it was nice to rediscover it a little :)

For my part I'm tagging @writingsbyelle, @saphoblin , @artcoffeecats, @alistonjdrake, and anyone else who wants to join! Your words are hunger, toss, wary, daze, share, and pour!

I'll be pulling from Project 3 and 6. My words are display, horror, respect, kind, and help.

I couldn't find display, unfortunately.

Horror- from Project 6

“We all know how rare and dangerous corruption is,” he says, and Maple’s twinge comes back in full force. “So I don’t think there are actually two people behind this. I think this person has heterochromia.”

“What makes you so sure it’s just one person?” Ryker asks.

“Both kinds of corruption are completely intertwined… There’s no way two separate people, even working together, could be corrupted to the exact same degree and be functional. I know that people with heterochromia don’t really have the natural power that we do-”

And here Maple feels another pointed twinge, and she realizes now that it’s the feeling of being alienated. She looks at her empty soup bowl and wishes it was still full; anything to distract herself would be nice.

“- but if corruption’s on the table then I’d believe anything, no matter how terrible, is possible.”

“So we’re not just dealing with somethings,” Varena says, “We’re dealing with someone.”

Despite her own misgivings, and despite the renewed horror the lucils are facing, Maple sees a glimmer of hope in Varena’s words. She smiles, alone, and the rest look at her like she has three heads.

“We have a target,” she explains. “Just one person, and then it’s over.”

“That’s some naïve logic,” Amil says dryly. Maple shrugs.

“No, I think she’s right,” Ryker says. “If we can find the source we can stop the spread.”

“Then… is that our next move? To find this person?” Varena asks.

Respect- Project 3

Instead, while we’re stuck together, a question that I’ve never had the chance to ask burns itself into my mind. It’s considered personal information, I know, but I’ve always wondered…

“If you don’t have duck wings, what kind of wings do you have?”

“Seriously?”

“It’s just a question.”

“Peregrine falcon,” Cael says, and by his voice alone I hear his pride. I’m jealous, just for a second. Your wings, in Avian society, determine what kind of job you’re best suited for- and predatory birds like falcons are highly respected, capable hunters that work with the Harmonious or anywhere else they want.

“Oh. I didn’t realize wings could get so specific,” I lie.

“They’re important,” he says, and my stomach turns- I should never have asked. “Wings for Avians are everything. They match the person, you know, so the kind of wings you have mean a lot to other Avians. For example, with my wings, I could be anywhere, even the Harmonious. They signify that I’m a hard worker.”

“Oh wow,” I say, feigning interest. In the back of my mind I can only see the ghost of my pale narrow wings, which I later learned were the same as the wandering albatross. It’s a passive sea bird, able to travel long distances without rest, but slow. A useless creature to them.

Kind- Project 3

“The Cerumides don’t work like that,” I say. “They’ll want to flush us out. Even right now they’re probably opening every–” I cut myself off with a gasp. The traps! Between the hostiles and the traps they’ll never make it this far..

“Every what? Door?” Cael asks.

“Y-Yeah. Door.”

“And?” Serus presses.

“You remember the uh… animals?”

Defra’s expression turns to shock. “They’re not going to get hurt though, are they?” she says. “Could those things do serious damage?”

“They’re more violent than you think,” I say. “Even if they manage to avoid the animals- and they won’t- I uh…might have set a trap or two…”

“What!?” Serus says. “What kind of traps?”

“The um… explosive kind…”

I felt everyone stare at me in stunned silence, chase momentarily forgotten.

“I was in a tough spot!” I explain. “Every tunnel was open when I was first down here, I had to keep them at bay somehow. How the hell was I supposed to know anybody would be down here? I didn’t even want to go back to this damn place!”

“Oh gods,” Serus says, defeated sounding, hand on his face. “I had no idea you knew how to build bombs.”

“Well… I was a little desperate…” Hostile mutants are very, very good at tracking people. I learned that quickly.

Help- Project 6

Maple takes another look at him; clearly, months of being in isolation have had their effects. His clothes, which she could only glance at earlier, are pale fabric wrapped around him and pinned in several places. His eyes are sunken and shadowed, his hands bony. Eve has never been one to pick fights, but this is one she’s confident she’ll win.

Maple starts to stand, but her legs give out under her.

“Why did Kalis send you?” he demands.

“I’m more than enough to handle you,” she lies. These people fear Kalis above all else. Maybe I can use that.

“Liar!” He yells. Maple flinches at the sudden outburst. “A girl with no magic has no place fighting us. You shouldn’t even be working with Kalis… He’ll destroy you.”

“I don’t need your advice.”

“No, I think you do,” he says, and Maple fills with a sense of dread she’s never felt before. It feels like drowning- her throat tightens and her heart races. The clearing and the man in front of her turn to black. Her vision clouds and fills with images she doesn’t recognize, places and people she has no way of knowing.

The visions stop on a kindly man’s face.

“I can help you,” the man says. He’s not quite middle aged and has a warm look to him. His brown hair and beard are thick but well-kempt, his eyes a lighter, more expressive shade of brown than Maple’s.

“How?” The man asks; the dream lucil, the same man keeping her trapped in these visions. His voice sounds different. Clearer, somehow.

Next to her-- or to the dream lucil, more like-- sits the form lucil woman, not crazed but concerned, and she turns to Eve with a heartbreakingly human look. The woman Eve met in the forest is another creature entirely compared to her.

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reallyprofoundkryptonite · 2 years

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Things I don't think I should really have to say about Krogan:

This man is 100% NOT STRAIGHT. He's either gay or asexual. Probably both.

Krogan would never, ever settle down with a woman (See number one).

He would never have children. He doesn't like kids. He doesn't like babies. Babies are Overstimulating and Loud and you cannot tell a baby nor a toddler to Quiet down because he has a headache

Krogan doesn't mind other people's kids, however. As long as they are above the age of like 4-5 (if they are well behaved and not screaming raging brat monsters, of course) and if not, maybe 12-13. Otherwise, keep them away from him. Krogan can handle a nasty 10 year old any day because he knows if they know what's good for them they won't bother him unless they want the shit scared out of them

Krogan is only cruel out of influence. He is not evil just to be evil. He is not a monster because he wants to be. He is not evil, he is a victim, and he is bitter towards other people because all other people have ever done to him is be cruel to him.

Krogan is a slave. Krogan is not with Drago willingly. He did not waltz off to go with Drago because he wanted to.

Krogan is a deeply traumatized individual. He likes to see other people in pain because it helps with his own trauma and is an inherently bad coping mechanisim- it is also a grateful way of thinking that at least it wasn't him that was being tortured.

Krogan is autistic. Source: I'm autistic and I see some of the traits of my own autisim in Krogan's character.

Krogan has stockholm syndrome. He has not left Drago because he is terrified of Drago, and the outside world. Drago is his abuser. Drago is also his only home, and Krogan does not think he has anywhere else to go. It has been drilled into his head that he doesn't have anywhere else to go, and that he will never be accepted by anyone else.

Krogan deals with chronic pain. I've watched certain parts of the show enough (ie wings of war;) and have noticed on some occasions that Krogan is limping. It's either chronic pain, or he was just beaten for some sort of failure on his end.

Drago is a very large fan of cruel punishments. Krogan does not just have a brand that marks him as Drago's property. He has many other scars from Drago's mistreatment .

Krogan is lucky to be allowed to grow a beard and hair. Slaves were typically completely shaven or had very short hair. Krogan is also not allowed to have hair that is very long or it all gets shorn off and he has to wait for it to regrow so he can continue trimming it himself.

Krogan is probably the most feral person you’d ever meet. While he’s usually able to keep his “oddities” at bay around people. Usually. He’s not always successful. Krogan hisses, spits, shrieks and roars just like any dragon. And similarly, when agitated, and without a weapon, he resorts to brute strength, biting, and making sure to draw as much blood as possible. When he bites, he often goes for the kill. If he draws blood, he knows his target is unlikely to live, as human bites are prone to transmitting infections like sepsis.

Krogan Is Not Stupid. Saying he is a complete and utter lie. It is untruthful. While he may not have the education and thirst for knowledge Viggo has, HE IS NOT DUMB. He is in no way, shape or form, a dumb brute. He can converse plenty fine. He just doesn’t want to. He’s an introvert. He doesn’t like other people very much, if at all. Krogan is also the deadly sort of intellect. Krogan is more akin to a wild animal in his intelligence. He knows how to survive, he knows how to hunt, he knows how to kill, and he knows how to feel empathy. In fact, he is extremely sensitive and aware of other people’s emotions. He just has no clue how to express his own feelings. He wasn’t raised around others enough to know what certain tones mean, what body language is- he shares more body language with dragons than he does people. He can read and write, not well, but he can do it. Krogan is hyper intelligent. Just not in the book smart or strategical sense.

Krogan is a sufferer of PTSD. He has depression, and he has anxiety. He also preforms self harm when he is stressed because he was never taught proper ways to deal with his emotions. In all, Krogan is a mental wreck. If you catch him on a bad day, or during a flashback, he will be absolutely fucking terrified of you, even if he knows one hundred percent that you mean him no harm.

Krogan is a Victim. He is not a monster. He was made out to be one, however. His violent tendencies are only him lashing out because he’s scared, confused and alone. And possibly more.

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phrooogie · 6 months

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Land Relam sex and Gender(p1 crows):

General land and sea gender assignment rules:

During their 18th birthday one from either land or sea can visit a deity male or female to debate how they want to express their sex or change it. This is a deal based on the needs of the deity and the benefits they get off the person. Male and female deities get assigned to you based on sex. Reporting to them is only allowed after 18. If changing sex or gender becomes an issue to one of the deities, they will provide an alternative.

(These are people of power they can do whatever they want)

However if you transition without permission you will be hunted down and forced to revert.

Hybrid and Beast race:

Closest to humans, in sexual features although they are a mixed bag. Combination with crow or fish determines the gender norms enforced.

-can be fairly androgynous

-can have the sex characteristics closest to them but are still hybrids, it could be assumed which gender they are but based on the land marks badges, it will tell you

-break a lot of the already set rules by the deities but are able to control their gender expression and characteristics the most

-female and male deities would both be considered hybirds

Where the gender juice comes from: hybirds

Crows Race

I havent thought of this as much but.

Crows generally fluxowate in experession of gender it is never fixed unless one has controlled their complete emotions.

Female crows are most often in crow form.

Examples: full crow face, as well as claw like feet.

In relaxed state their features take a middle state. Most often hybirds will take this state.

Examples: feathered face, wings for arms, one or two.

Male crows only have a few features shown.

Examples: ear wings, the rest is humanlike

They do not express more features unless they are hybrid.

Heres where feng feng comes in, naturally feng feng grew up being able to fluxioate forms but perfered to be in the relaxed state of femmine crows. However during puberty there was no way to push back the more expressive features.

This in a way would be breaking the sex assigned rules of the deities, although he wanted to keep this mutation, female deity did not allow it.

Male deity was silent on this matter

There was a deal that was made. if anyone vouches for his pain after this process, and the joy before the process then one can convince at least one of the deities and just maybe they can help you out.

Or out of a fit of rage you steal the gender juice.

Genderjuice can be hidden in fish peoples bodies

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hanzi83 · 1 year

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It’s Always a Scattered Mess of Theories That I Can’t Prove.

I don’t even know where to start, it is not like I want to just reiterate what was said on the podcast and just try to repeat it but there so many topics I want incorporate to get shit off my chest, because sometimes there are layers in which I analyze it and sometimes it is too much for me to retain in my head, so at least when I try to fucking write I can at least try to express it a bit better, but normally when I write shit, I tend to go all over the place if I am not focusing enough, because I will stop what I am writing because sometimes I just freeze and then I envision a bunch of dialogue that goes by way too fast, and it feels better at times time travelling in my head and being in that world because the predicaments of what I am envisioning or living through mentally feels so real, there is part of me that feels like if they revealed to me that I have been an AI host like in West World, I wouldn’t fucking be surprised. At this point, the world is just becoming a more horrid and ridiculous fucking place, it would not surprise me if all this worry about AI taking over and then the plot twist is that maybe this entire time, we have been the fucking AI and we just don’t realize it. Now that I have already set the tone for this blog with possibly being AI and time traveling in my head, I have now reduced this from being taken seriously so now you don’t have to sit through other theories that I can’t technically prove even if I am looking at the overall patterns. But I guess one of the most recent stories that got me going was this Jordan Neely story and how normalized demonization of homeless and mentally ill people have become, where even more mentally ill people who have crossed over to the elitist side and have resources and access and have power use to fund, orchestrate and organize against other people who are lower on the totem pole so you can manufacture consent to devalue more human beings. Anyone who is a cog in the system and living the high life and thinks you can help normalize that kind of behavior, you will one day have to deal with your actions and will be forced to reflect on what you have done. If you are a social climber who will call out one problematic thing but still climb up in a problematic system where you will be forced to do shit you don’t want to, you will see how fast they throw you under the bus, but the most mentally ill people who are dangerous are the ones with power and resources who want to create more chaos in this world. The only time far right wing people want to talk about someone creating chaos, is when they need to blame George Soros.

There are countless amounts of articles and blogs and podcasts that are talking about how there seems to be more demonization of homeless people and the fear mongering over the crime wave to scare people. I even see supposed progressives fear mongering about that shit since they are pivoting into the right wing direction. They will still deny it and they take advantage of other people only being able to explain it by the stats etc, but if I look deeper and think that if you can fund viral moments, even if it is exploitative and results in death, it just shows how much more worse it really is than this stuff just somehow keep happening. When there is incentive for this shit to be done to keep a 24/7 news cycle, when there are different currencies at play, because the social media shit does have value which is why everyone loses their mind if their “freedom of speech” is compromised because most of the time it is paid speech they get benefits off of, so they turn it into a martyr situation, and it used to stand out but now it is just as much establishment than an obvious establishment narrative designed to be dunked on. See I am going all over the fucking map again, but let me see if I can get back on track, but this Jordan Neely person has been a viral sensation for the last 10 plus years. I remember him from when Joey Boots from Stern Show used to do his own viral shit with his antics, it felt like he was trying to have his own whack pack with some of the characters he would interact with. I know some Stern fans will get mad if I say I was not fond of Joey Boots, maybe because when I first entered the Stern fandom back in late 2005/2006, he would be the guy that would always be combative with racist shit, and I had to kind of have a tough exterior for it because then they would call me a pussy for not wanting to deal with their shit, even if I didn’t know about politics and all the labels, I look back at those days of the internet and realize now that it was probably the early stages of the alt right. But I remember Joey Boots approached that Jordan dude to provoke him into a response, and he got one, I felt like Joey would always try to go at minorities more, so even if I didn’t have to depth to point out the other forms of racism other than just saying slurs, I could never technically prove it, because in those circles if you thought someone was racist, they would deny it because the racism was not in the form of what you see in the mainstream and believe it not, that is the only way some people can recognize racism, in the overly obvious cartoonish way and not the motives or incentive behind it, but either way I felt bad for this street performer who was doing the Michael Jackson shit and I was happy when he was fighting back, but then later when the video went viral on all platform, he filmed that same dude and they were getting along so you didn’t take that shit seriously and over the years I have seen him pop up for viral stuff but also there have been numerous times I remember his break downs would be filmed, and yesterday I guess he has continued his unfortunate downward spiral since he is unhoused and hungry and he began ranting about it and said he was gonna do something so now people are excusing why some vigilante choking him out and killing him was justified. Before I get into the “justification” of this death by so many of the reactionary right wing people who will try to sophisticate why it was the right thing to do, I know people will rightfully focus on the how the system’s safety net has failed him because of the systemic racism that exists and the constant vilification of mentally unstable people who are homeless are struggling, but you better believe when someone becomes “famous” of any kind especially in the internet age, it is kind of the system itself has its own Howard Stern Show, and they look at people like that as their new wack packers and when they go viral, they can help put people in those positions where they are harassed and taunted nonstop where they snap eventually and if this guy was arrested 44 times before, then he would be in the system, professionals should have been contacted way before to actually help but once you are under the system’s radar, nothing you go through is an accident, and it is not surprising that after going from being a viral sensation, normally when that happens, it encourages other people to taunt and use their resources to fuck with someone and making sure their mental health declines and making sure they don’t get the proper help, so these people who knew of this guy since he was arrested over 44 times, knew it would be a matter of time before this person fucking really snaps, and now with the encouragement of vigilante justice by people, it would not surprise me since they made a star out of Kyle Rittenhouse and making him a victim to their base, they will probably celebrate this asshole who killed Jordan Neely. There weren’t other ways to handle this shit? But the right wing narrative is so powerful now, they have people convinced because some of the MSM talks about race, in a limited way, that when someone who does point out the systemic ways this could happen, now we are in an era where the far right, through culture wars and identity politics are more aggressive of pushing back against accusations of racism, and make it seem like anyone who thinks there is racism involved, they are the ones who are being illogical and racist and the people of the right are the ones who are being logical and mature about this thing even though they are doing white supremacist propaganda in a very sophisticated matter, some people would not realize it because when we present racism or white supremacy, we limit the narratives of it so when someone brings up deep rooted causes for why shit happens, people don’t want to hear it yet they will make excuses for someone like Tucker Carlson can write Nazi fanfiction about how he imagines the white race should fight like while describing how he wanted someone he politically opposed to die, suddenly we are supposed to see growth because he thought about it and doesn’t want that for anyone who he doesn’t know, it sounds good on paper but not really, only to his shit head defenders it sounds good. It would be one thing if that was the only thing he ever said and that is what we are judging him off of, but it is clear that he has and will use propaganda to weaponize against people from disenfranchised communities by constantly pushing the worst about them, those MAGA people attacking that ANITIFA guy were probably radicalized by the propaganda they saw on these media platforms, they don’t even have to watch Fox News, they could take in other media shit online that is designed to persuade people and manufacture consent against people. The person who choked out Jordan Neely was probably buying into the propaganda weaponized against people like Jordan. And to me what makes this more disturbing, is that I believe the world is operating on mafia rules and we are in faction warfare, it feels like these people who have been exploited by the system end up breaking down so that when there is a murder that takes place, you use their past against them so you continue to dehumanize them. You make it seem like people who feel bad for the condition he was in are the ones who are cheering on a criminal and not the “hero” who committed the fucking murder. And since our world has become all the entertainment we have consumed with real life consequences, these people then become public speakers and will have campaigns of them being the victim while the right wing funding is what saves them, why do you think they are trotting out Kyle Rittenhouse to do media tours, he is like a character from the Boys. This is why I have these coping mechanisms conspiracies about our lives being advanced and there is more to this shit because if I accept this reality that I can see a pattern of as the days go by, it is fucking insane and infuriating that not only is this shit happening but it is being made to happen as we move closer into this world breaking down completely because that is the way we are headed. I barely feel phased about the death anymore because it has been nonstop trauma porn the last 15 years online with more and more stories. I could’ve gone down the same road of being that broken down, and trust me people were given incentive to drive me crazy and push me to harm myself or harm others by constantly trying to manifest it while telling me that people in my life have had a hand in my destruction, while I have been punished by the system where it forced me in this predicament living with my parents, so that I would take my anger out on them, constantly having nothing but negative shit about me and made up rumors or taking advantage of me being in a mentally bad place and snapping so they can then use it to the general public and say this is what I am up to. The Stern “fans” (probably system feds) would be talking about more if I had completely fallen off mentally where I am doing anything to stay relevant so I would try to get attention any way I can, some people have been able to articulate what my theories are and what is in play, other mentally unwell people who have been fucked with on evil levels, don’t have a chance to articulate because who would believe them, especially since we live ina world that if someone is having a mental breakdown, you completely decide to throw them away because they didn’t do mental illness to your liking. You gotta realize that it might make someone’s life being viral and being known especially if they are just performing on the street and while on the surface it seems innocent enough, there are always vultures roaming and waiting to destroy people’s lives, so when these people become famous to some degree, especially someone in that condition, there is more incentive to fuck with someone because at the very least you get internet currency for it and then these people don’t know how to manage their issues because they don’t have the resources, I bet all the people who used that guy for viral shit and got paid handsomely off it didn’t give Jordan any fucking of that money, they didn’t give him any fucking help. They saw someone at the very beginning who had slight anger issues, and they knew they could further exploit it just like the system has other mentally unwell people they have at their disposal to act a certain way so it adds to the system’s political messaging and you would think the “I AM NOT MSM WE ARE BETTER” people would advance the knowledge but what they are doing is fear mongering about how regular people are scared of the crime, no one is denying that, but you are also not disclosing how this chaos in this world, especially now could be funded. Now I am just a crazy conspiracy theorist, so you can’t take what I say seriously. You can dismiss it but more people will be broken souls, and if you are one of these elitists who is socially climbing up to constantly just be a cookie cutter personality to add to the propaganda because it is more important which industry person you get to fuck or hang out with, you would take whatever “good” you have and join the regressive side, as long as you are being paid.

People will act like there needs to be discussion about what you do with people in the moment because they will denounce the root causes because they will make it seem like that is just a deflection and they start sounding like they are promoting tough on crime shit, but if you are worried about criminals and homeless people, it says a lot you are worried about that but you are okay with most public figures and powerful people who have done 100 times worse than just basic crony corruption where you have to sell it to us in the America’s dumbest criminal way, like instead of just saying these people want this world to implode and maybe they are purposefully poisoning towns, we have to call out the corruption but in the way of “Can you believe how dumb these people are, and how they will do a half ass apology” that is the most you will get, I am not allowed to assume that corrupt people who are showing off their corruption all day and every day for discourse, would do that in a calculated way. We live in a world the biggest crooks and criminals are making discourse about their fucked up shit, and everyone knows nothing is gonna happen to them, suddenly there is no talk about “what are we gonna do to rehabilitate these crazy criminals who are wreaking havoc on society” nah we are the mentally ill ones who will be blinded by one good gesture they do or something they did that was amazing in the entertainment they performed so that makes up for the shit they have fucking gotten away with it, that is why when other politicians accuse others of horrible shit, even if it is not true, most apolitical people at this point think everyone is corrupt, like I can assume Biden is doing corrupt shit and I know other shit heads who are doing corrupt shit are the ones pointing it out so it means it can’t be true, but even if it was not true, can you fucking blame people for thinking these people are evil? What audacity to do you “smart” ones have to tell people how to think when you purity test mother fuckers aren’t alarmed by the normalized criminal behavior and mental illness from powerful people and yet I am the asshole because I want to be considerate to cogs in the fucking system who are designed to be troubled and broken? What chance do they fucking have when there is that intention to constantly break people down. Everyone swears they are gonna get in the system and change it and it seems they get worse, unless you want to admit there are underground factions that are on the good side and have to wait until shit really implodes, but it feels like people with resources could step in and help this shit but it feels like people would rather make sacrificial lambs to the system before we really get to the real change. I know I am all over the place and I am not the most educated or the best with the vernacular but this shit fucking eats me alive despite looking like I am not being phased because so many theories roam in my head. And apparently I am not allowed to be a conspiratorial person, that of course unless I want to align with the right wing so when there are conspiracies proven true, then it helps the far right run the narrative, which is why they are embracing conspiracies even though they would’ve been Bush supporters back 20 years ago. I know the legacy entertainment is no good anymore but if you watch some of them like a Bill Maher show, it is like that guy knows he will never have a genuine joke that will make people laugh, the only support he has are from people who want to reaffirm their bigoted beliefs while pretending they are a progressive and the more Bill Maher realizes he will never be funny ever again. You could question if he was actually funny to begin with or if a bunch of confused religious people agreed with him on atheism, and we automatically thought that was the smartest shit ever. Truth he is blew up in the comedy boom and has always been mediocre and now it really is showing with how much he brings up sensationalist talking points, and they aren’t even original ones, like did he just binge listen to Opie and Anthony from the last 20 years so he can bring up Chicago violence and in some way doing his own version of “cancel culture” by warning other black celebrities to call it out, even though many people from that community have stop the violence marches or bring up concerns etc, you are gonna act like you are the only one talking about it, and then that bullshit you pulled with Elon Musk where you proverbially blew a billionaire like he was the biggest genius when he brings up the woke virus of anti George Washington, then adding “BLACK PEOPLE HAD SLAVES TOO” like do you think you are the first fucking person who has brought that up. He got himself canceled in 2017 for the field n word joke he said and he got chastised for it and didn’t get over it and now he has doubled down on his bigoted talking points every single week. And he doesn’t care, he is the liberal Tucker Carlson, so he can transform any remaining liberal to accept a newer version of this conservatism that is gonna run amok. They are at least trying to make it run amok.

I think one of the things people need to realize that while the far right is normalizing a bunch of shit and manufacturing consent. they will have the establishment do some some really transparent shit that gets sensationalized as the only thing that matters and because the MSM is not talking about it and people think the internet is the only place people can get any honesty, people who don’t watch MSM and just watch these alt media shows or propped up accounts, the only time you hear about the MSM or their narratives online is when people are supposed to obviously dunk on it and it was cool in the 2010s but now if you’re doing that gimmick in the 2020’s you are an out of touch hack because now everyone is compromised, everything is MSM now even if the legacy institutions are becoming less irrelevant despite still making lots of fucking money, but how do you know the system doesn’t secretly fund these shows online and because it seems like random people donating etc, it has to be completely genuine. Because a lot of these truth tellers have done lip service for people they knew who would be exposed as problematic, now do I denounce and disqualify everything that Noam Chomsky ever said, and as someone who is not the smartest person on this planet, look at this fucking blog. I am a fucking idiot, but I took it on good faith that smart people in alt media hyping up Noam Chomsky knew more about him than I did but it turns out he might be a pedophile since he is on Epsteins’s island. This to me shows why the cancel culture thing is manufactured to get people on the right wing side because some of the post left have pointed out but then there are members of the post left who are soft defending him, which means when he says something they agree with, they will start amplifying that he didn’t do anything on that island and then they sell it like “The left canceled him and forced him into the right wing corner” that seems to be the playbook. It feels like they know who was on the island and they are doing it like a reality show, where we trust other people and then the system decides “HEY YOU KNOW THAT GUY YOU HAVE BEEN BOOSTING UP?? WELL GUESS WHAT HE WAS ON PEDO ISLAND” like I am now just gonna assume everyone on this planet is a scumbag and guess what you are allowed to think of me because who is trustworthy anymore? I wonder if the writing strike is going on is also affecting the discourse since Hollywood started writing the political discourse, or is the strike a kayfabe thing that is supposed to officially get union workers to officially get paid and they gotta take side jobs writing the theatrical shit that is in politics and in the entertainment discourse since that is where showbiz has been going. It feels like everyone is being written into being a rapist or a pedophile and it has never meant to so fucking less with how easily that shit is thrown out there. Like I have said, that shit would finish you off in a combat sport but now it is basically a transitional move, it is like a superkick. As someone who has watched wrestling his whole life, I can tell when they have a formula of the anti establishment type, and they tried to hammer that home in our entertainment for the mid 90’s to the 2010’s and now they are so desperately trying to make it look that Tucker is getting fucked with since all this stuff is leaking and since the online contingent is hyping him up as anti war person, you are now supposed to think Tucker is the one who is actually fighting the system. This is how sports entertainment destroys your brain because when you buy into these feuds but in my opinion, there is a probable chance since Fox is still paying Tucker for another 2 years that maybe they are the ones funding his next endeavor since legacy media is kind of losing its favor and since we love to pretend the 1990’s are happening again we buy into the aesthetic that would’ve been more impressive back then when now anyone can say they are anti war and because they say that shit, it means I have now believe everything they said. This is probably when I should put a disclaimer that these are just theories, I have no weapons, I don’t have intention on doing any violence, people are already monitoring me, they would know if I was up to anything because whenever these blogs get scattered because this is the downside of going off vibes but I am not here pretending that I am the best writer that ever existed. I know I am not the most experienced but when I am going off about shit in my head that has been building, I tend to just go with however I can get it out. It is not like I am really respected anyways, it is funny people didn’t want to respect me because they assumed I would eventually embrace the regression shit in the end but now some of the same people don’t respect me because I maintained now crossing over and pivoting off the right wing side while using my genuine trauma that I have faced as a reason to blindly cheer me, I could’ve done that easy shit but I didn’t and the longer I am alive, I feel they will lure me in there because if I have no one saving me, then what will stop me. Maybe that is why I would rather be fucking gone from here because I don’t look at myself like a fucking hero, but I am not gonna be that villain you want, I know it is much funner to be the villain who becomes a cookie cutter elitist who cuts “You people did this” promo, and as much as people being dumbed down and brainwashe concerns me, my issue is with the people who run these narratives and work to make things more chaotic and making more people mentally unwell, even the ones who claim they are living well.

You know what will help guys like Tucker with internet credibility, is when he embraces that no one on MSM can talk about Building 7 and it is perfect for the neoliberal and centrists because they can only talk about 9/11 when it relates to the Saudis but they can’t believe more people weren’t in on it, and that is why no one buys that other leaders who have probably been guided through neocons in the US, as threats because whenever you call out a foreign entity you do it with the purpose of making it seem like the US empire could never be corrupt on any fucking level when people have known the history of what happens, and since we love to do the country vs country aesthetic, it is like in order to call out different leaders you have to buy into another one’s propaganda. It feels like the way the alt media tries to put it out that they are running the same Iraq playbook, but what if that playbook has been more advanced by making it look like it is the exact same thing. Like for example if Putin was a threat, I wouldn’t think he was the one infiltrating the defenseless US, I could personally see him being guided by the same people who have done the Iraq playbook, and the establishment that have been hammering home about Putin are only doing it for self preservation so they can say in history in the future that people did, on record, call Putin out even in our current world it feels like the most hack-ish thing because other discredit figures are the ones calling him out. When you study sports entertainment your whole life you can start to see how they are booking this shit, because look at the wrestling fans who only gave a fuck about corruption only when Saudi Arabia was involved, and trust me if AEW was not permitted to exist, the fandom probably wouldn’t have called it out because if WWE was the only true game in town, it would be too much of an inconvenience to call it out. All this political shit is seeping into the entertainment and to some people it is surprising but if you only knew that our entire entertainment from day one has been riddled in propaganda, it would not be a complete surprise. I know it is not fun to bring this shit up but maybe that is why I want to be dead from this planet because now that I feel I know what is happening and people keep going in a more regressive path, how can one person try to stop it. Even when we do call out obvious villains, we have to present it on an entertainment level and revolve it around levitating the situation with comedy, and comedy to me, means completely nothing. Anyways Tucker bringing out 9/11 stuff which a lot of people believe in, who are not right wing but they have to keep their mouth shut because if they do say they think something was fishy that day, then they are labeled right wingers, and it is ironic that Tucker is saying this now when he was probably for all the illegal wars and was all in on demonizing Muslims, and now I am supposed to think he is some truth teller because he mentioned Building 7 and there are people who might not follow everything Tucker has done, who might hear that and then just automatically agree with him and the added aesthetic of Fox leaking out his texts and everything else which will most likely help him become more popular. I can see how the conspiracy shit with Hollywood which people will weaponize it because they label it as the left and all the shadiness going on there has to be because the left and then they have the aesthetic of fake diversity to some degree, to sell their point, so someone like Isiah Washington coming out about how Sam Rockwell groped him and then Clooney did allegedly and thing is that kind of shit goes on so I could buy it, so he will be seen as a truth teller, especially if he has been through shit, but then at the same time, he is putting out messages downplaying the KKK as just people who just have a mild disagreement because he grew up with people in his neighborhood who were associated with the Klan, so he is kind of downplaying it but there is a portion of people who will think Isiah is being fair and the people getting upset at him are the ones who can’t handle someone’s opinion, plus the added nugget of exposing some creeps shit in Hollywood, that is a recipe for people think he is a martyr and then there will be people who are liberal who rightfully call out him downplaying the KKK etc, then will also lump his accusations against what happens in Hollywood as also being propaganda. But if Isiah wasn’t willing to go along with the new conservative mind frame, no one would care about his trauma in Hollywood. The reason why the right wing can win narratives, since we use celebs and public figures as the defining thing behind relatable trauma, there is a chance there will be problematic people who are into fucked up things who are in showbiz, and if these people on the surface showed solidarity for a social cause and showed support to marginalized communities, then if they get in trouble, they will then be the faces of discrediting the entire movement of whatever they were repping for. They already tried it with Jussie Smolliet, they tried it with Ezra Miller, they did it with Amber Heard. This is why I hate the notion of making things relatable to public figures. I am even questioning putting this blog out. I don’t think it was that good, but I am just so frustrated with the way this world is going and I have no one to talk to, I am purposefully sidelined from discourse because it is not convenient for me to be vindicated, so these people are hoping I have no one to talk to and end up doing something drastic, but I have tried to maintain my mental as much as I can, even if I have worse days and I feel I can’t trust anyone because I don’t believe people have my best interest, and if they do, they did a good job hiding it because the last 15 years, there have been plenty incentive to treat me like a piece of shit, and I have to constantly eat shit, while others have used me to get backdoor deals and help them move up while they fucking leave me behind and you know what I am not even jealous of that anymore, because if I socially climbed up and sold my soul, what would I have become? Another problematic shit head who might have a good aesthetic but I would be controlled by people higher up to lead me into problematic behaviors that would be enabled while I would have to take full accountability while the system continues to make more documentaries on my demise and rebuild me to destroy me again. I am all over the fucking map. I might as well publish this but I don’t think this was really good. I try to put effort in but sometimes it flops. But this is the best thing about being discredited and not officially taken seriously anyways but it still pisses off people who perpetuated that, that I am able to express and try to articulate my takes about how this world operates even though as far as I am concerned, is just fucking theories. Go ahead and make every obvious joke in the book of my aesthetic and my pathetic existence. RIP Jordan Neely.

#scattered mess Hanzi 2023 Bipolar Coaster BipolarCoaster Jordan Neely Theories mental illness unhoused weaponize vigilante exploitative #entertainment Tucker 9/11

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Any title ideas guys? Ch.19 - A hidden space

Chapter summary: Ratchet is concerned, Bumblebee is confused, Sam and *ship* are secretive.

However, it can’t be in her private quarters, as there are no private quarters where only she can go. There are no quarters like that, everyone is sharing and is very cramped but excited for their journey towards Cybertron and are willing to just deal, it was far better accommodations than what they were experiencing before so even if it is cramped it is a great relief to be recovering. There is minimal complaining. However, *Ship* understands what her passengers desperately need. There isn’t much she can do, but she can do this for the one that freed her. It was a subtle manipulation of ventilation and taking advantage that no one knew her halls. The timing was perfect.

Looking around there were blankets Sam approached Bee with slight mischievousness but mostly excitement expressed in her field. “Want to go on a very small adventure?”

As both recently got off off their working shifts, it was easy for him to follow her lead. Sam led him around for a few halls to one that was surprisingly abandoned with no one directly in the halls.

“C’mon, it's through the vents we’ll have to be very quiet now. Don’t worry when we're there we won't have to be.”

Abruptly Sam ducked into the ventilation system just off to the side. That everyone on board mostly ignored it unless it was cooler than usual.

Sam led Bee through the passages as they idly chatted over comms. Both were little more than whispers. Bee was thoroughly confused about where she was leading him as even with his scouting protocols activated he was very lost, these vents seemed not to follow a system or pattern, and multiple times where Bee would have sworn he was being led around in circles, his systems showed that was not the case at all.

Eventually, Sam stood up where the passage allowed and helped Bee up. Unnecessary, but Bee, loved that it just showed how much she cared for him.

Confused Bee looked around, as Sam released the two sparklings. He was recalling the conversation that Ratchet pulled him aside for.

~Flashback~

Ratchet literally pulled him away just after exiting the energon dispenser room “Bumblebee, I need to speak with you urgently.”

Keeping his servo in Bee’s elbow so that he wouldn’t be able to get out of this, though it only confused Bee further.

“Now I want to clarify before anything, Sam is getting enough nanites to support the three additional frames. There is no issue there. However, she is starting to exhibit nesting habits. I need to know where she’s nesting just in case her coding demands that she starts emergence there.”

At first Bee’s door wings went up and his optics widened in complete surprise, before having something else to focus on. “What do you mean nest?”

“I’m not surprised that no one has mentioned it before now, considering the war. Grounders are less likely to do this, and it's more common in flight frames. Nesting is a perfectly normal protocol that some Cybertronians go through while sparked. It's meant to protect the sparklings emerging and soothe both the carrier and sparkling. I need to know where her nest is. It would be private, so not your quarters.”

“What nest? What would they even look like?”

“Bee, I’ve allowed her to take a few thermal blankets from the medical room. They’re likely to be scattered around the edges of wherever she takes you. They’re for the sparkings to be comfortable - I mean all the sparklings. Carriers need help with their emergence - especially Sam with this being her first emergence and with the pits spawn of what is happening to her. Your sire coding might come online if it hasn't already I’d be shocked. Around all those sparklings, but I need to know where this is. I won’t share it with anyone outside of myself.”

~~End Flashback!~~

As Bee looked around seeing Sam coo over the two sparklings in the side of the room as she fiddled with the thermal blanket they were snuggling into. He now knew exactly what Ratchet meant when he said that Bee would know what he was looking at when he saw it.

“I know Ratchet talked to you about my nest and it worried you that you haven’t seen it. I had to convince *ship* that you and by extension, Ratchet were completely trustworthy. And to expand the vents enough that you could get through. If there are any complications then we’ve already planned for them and to get me to Ratchet.” Sitting down next to the two sparklings playing with a few of their favourite toys while still in the thermal blanket that Sam tucked around them securely. I followed suit and sat down next to her, oddly enough this soothed some coding within me that I wasn’t even aware was agitated. She cuddled up closer to me, which only further calmed and relaxed me further.

“Have you thought of any names yet?” I murmured tilting my helm above hers and releasing a small vent in relaxation.

“Hmm, not yet. None of them are fitting”

#maccadam #bayverse bumblebee #seeker nest #nesting instinct #cybertronian culture

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Okay, so you know “Justice League meets Batman’s kids, who they’d previously been unaware existed” AUs?

So picture that.....but this time, instead of them just having no knowledge of any of these other Gotham vigilantes at all....the Batkids all migrate to various cities as they get older and become known as their protectors - Dick in Bludhaven, Tim in San Francisco, Cass in Hong Kong, etc....

Meaning they’re all established figures, the Justice League are aware of them as solo local heroes who stick to their cities and so they just don’t interact with them much if at all, or else some are members of team lineups but are particularly vague about their histories or life outside of the team’s adventures....

So the big reveal isn’t that they become aware of all these other Gotham vigilantes all at once....its that some big conflict or whatever requires a huge team up of all available heroes, and in the aftermath, they figure out that like.....despite being known as solo heroes who work alone or loners outside of their team settings, 80% of these heroes all not only seem to already know each other, they seem to be related.

And so naturally they all turn to Batman, who has profiles on every known hero and they thus figure had researched these individuals too and just never mentioned this little detail, and they’re like, “Did you know about this?”

And then Nightwing turns to him too, arms crossed and is like, “Yeah Dad, did you know about this?”

And the infamous Red Hood is all: “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have never met any of these people before in my life. Lives? Whatever.”

And then Red Robin moodily grates out “I have no siblings.” Since he’s nursing a grudge since Dick and Jason broke into his apartment the night before and replaced all his custom Red Robin gear with Darkwing Duck merchandise and his vengeance will be swift and also totally disproportionate because things escalate quickly in this family, that’s true in every universe.

Cass meanwhile has deftly skewered Jason’s lie by walking over to him and brazenly patting down the man with many many guns with no fear whatsoever. He squawks and futilely attempts to bat her hands away as she riffles through his many pockets, but he doesn’t seem shocked, just annoyed. Eventually, she pulls away and triumphantly reveals a box of Hello Kitty themed band-aids.

“So these are yours then? Just for you?” Black Bat asks smugly. Red Hood squints at the box.

“What the fuck? How long have those been in my jacket? Why are those in my jacket? Did you freaking plant them in my jacket just on the offchance you could at some point in the distant future use them at my expense?”

Black Bat frowns, puzzled. “Yes?”

“Oh come on, Dead Hood,” Spoiler says with an exaggerated toss of her head meant to convey she’s rolling her eyes beneath her own mask. She skips her way across the room to Black Bat and then drapes herself languidly all over the smaller woman. Who in turn doesn’t so much as twitch beneath the sudden added mass as Spoiler holds out her hand towards the box of band-aids.

“One please. I have a boo-boo,” she says with easy familiarity straight into the intimidating cowl of Black Bat. Only then does she deign to finish her train of thought with Red Hood.

“I mean seriously, are you saying you don’t have potential blackmail set-ups, pre-rigged releases of incriminating material, and a random assortment of traps, pratfalls and mortifying scenarios in place for the express purpose of being able to humiliate any and all of your siblings at any given moment, without any need for additional prep time?”

“Is this true, Little Wing?” Nightwing whirls on the larger Red Hood with a faux-scandalized gasp. The founder and leader of the Titans, formerly the Teen Titans, renowned for his stratagems and calm competence when directing squads of supers in the heat of battle while he keeps pace with nothing more than naturally acquired acrobatics and a utility belt that apparently uses the same technology as Wonder Woman’s invisible jet....now appears to be....staggering with the back of his hand pressed to his forehead, moaning about how he felt....faint?

What is happening right now, several dozen superheroes want to know. Is this a drill? Are they supposed to be checking for signs of a mental ambush from undetected psychic saboteurs? Did they all hit their heads at the exact same time and are now experiencing some kind of shared mass concussion?

Look, that wouldn’t be the weirdest thing to ever happen on the Watchtower.

“Have I failed you so utterly?” The veteran child hero bemoans with a dramatic twirl - that when contrasted with his stern demeanor of a mere ten minutes ago - makes the fears of telepathic infiltration seem less paranoia and more....concerningly probable. “Did you learn nothing from me? Did you learn nothing from B?”

He stops and jabs a finger up at the sky. “Quick, everyone! What is the very first rule of Living While Batty?”

As if by rote, over a half a dozen voices chime in from all over the room, causing various heroes to jump. Spooked by yet more and more vigilantes joining in some kind of mass recitation like they and they alone have some kind of clue what the hell is going on and everyone else just hadn’t been invited to the party. Which is just rude, honestly. Nobody likes feeling like they weren’t invited to the party. Not even superheroes.

“If you’re not going to bother preparing for every possible contingency and at least six impossible ones, you might as well just stay in bed.”

Even the Red Hood joins in the Illuminati chant or Cub Scout pledge or demonic ritual or whatever the fuck that just was, though his slumped and exasperated posture gives away every hint of sulkiness his headgear otherwise would have kept safely hidden. He’s surprisingly more...expressive, than most who’d only known of him by reputation had expected him to be. The day continues to yield surprises.

“Of fucking course I do,” he growls out, snatching the box from Black Bat. She doesn’t even fight to hold onto it, just lets it go with a knowing smirk. “I wasn’t surprised by the idea of it, I was just surprised she bothered with such a weak effort. Like yeah whatever, actually those could be mine. I use those all the time at home. So what?”

He aggressively yanks one of the band-aids out of the box, fumbles with the peel-off strips with one hand and he roughly rolls up the sleeve of his jacket with the other. Then just slaps it on his forearm and raises said appendage high, showing it off this way and that. “See?”

“Oh yeah, for sure,” Signal drawls from the other side of the room, nodding his head approvingly. “Totally convincing. Nice job walking that one back, you really showed them.”

Red Hood’s head snaps in his direction with ominous intent. “Watch it, Day-Glo.”

Signal just snorts.

“Yeah, like I’m gonna take constructive criticism on my name and costume from a dude who’s spent the last several years calling himself Red HOOD while running around in a freaking HELMET.”

“Its not meant to be literal, you fucking pedant.”

“So wait, its not literally a helmet? Huh, does it at least protect your head literally, or just like...symbolically? Like if Bane were to clock you across the head, would your concussion just be a metaphor? What’s the treatment protocol for a metaphorical concussion? Fluids, bedrest and a philosophical prescription of two chapters of Chicken Soup for the Soul as needed?”

“Laugh it up, KC and the Sunshine Band,” Red Hood bats back. “You just got yourself disinvited from Thursday night’s poker game.”

Signal just grins and folds his arms over his chest cockily. “Please. You’ve been looking for an excuse to ban me for weeks, cuz you know until you can prove I’m using my ghost vision to cheat, you can’t actually bring suit against me for it in Family Court.”

“That, and also Family Court isn’t a real thing, you toddler. Stop validating Wing-a-ding-ding’s obsession with Shitty TV Nostalgia and just call it that thing where Oracle traps us all in a room until we settle our latest fight without anyone getting stabbed.”

“Yeah, but like, say that five times fast,” Spoiler pipes up. “Its just not practical. Family Court’s way easier.”

“Says the one who’s not even in our fucking family.”

“And yet I grace you all with my sublime presence anyway,” she blows a kiss at him, beatifically unbothered. “You’re welcome.”

The Red Hood scoffs and rounds on his heel, zeroing in on Batwoman in the far corner.

“Hey Auntie B, my siblings are all dead to me and I just helped stop an alien invasion so I deserve nice things like a fun Saturday night. Can you get me into Dad’s fundraiser so I can crash it? He won’t put me back on the list until I promise not to bring any C-4 with me and I won’t promise not to bring any C-4 because he should just trust me that I won’t when I say I’m not gonna and he won’t trust me that I won’t until I admit I shouldn’t have brought any to that sting last month where three tiny little yachts blew up through barely any fault of my own, and I’m just not gonna do that ever because I have convictions and I feel I shouldn’t have to be punished for that. Y’know?”

Batwoman blinks at him. “Kid, I’m not gonna lie to you. You’re my nephew and I love you, but I stopped listening three seconds into all that.”

“Ugh, fine. Can you help me crash Dad’s event tonight so I can teach him a lesson about why he should just trust me not to make a scene so I don’t have to always make a scene to make a point.”

“Tempting as you make that sound,” she says wryly, “I have a strict policy for dealing with you lot and your......everything. I only worry about tolerating one of you at a time, and there’s seven of you, and seven days in the week. You each get your own. You know perfectly well its Robin’s day today. You get me on Tuesday, just like always.”

“Auntie B, we’re not like other families, are we?” Red Robin’s delivery is sarcastically childish and his question clearly rhetorical. Most of his attention is fixated on whatever it is he’s doing with his wrist-mounted computer.

“No sweetie, we’re all severely fucked in the head and a little bit too comfortable with that.”

“Just checking. Oh hey, Hood, I just emailed you a patch for the hole in your firewall I exploited when replacing all my shit using your accounts just now.”

“You did what?”

“Used your accounts to pay to replace all my stuff that you fucked with last night?” Red Robin says slowly. “Did you not realize that I’ve been sticking within ten feet of you for the past five minutes just so I could clone your devices and do all that while BB and Spoiler kept you distracted? I gotta say, bro, I feel like that’s on you then.”

Red Hood swivels his helmeted head in the direction of the aforementioned two. Black Bat waves. Spoiler shoots him an utterly unrepentant thumbs up.

“You’d side with your ex over me? That’s what its come to?”

“My only allegiance is to chaos,” Spoiler says brightly. Black Bat shrugs.

“Plus he bribes better.”

“Hateful,” Red Hood points at Black Bat, moving on to level the same finger at Spoiler, who curtsies in acknowledgment: “Hateful-er.”

Then the finger rounds the bases to aim judgmentally at Red Robin. “Hateful-est. And that was all Nightwing’s idea anyway, not mine.”

“Oh, I assumed as much,” he says casually. “Your idea of a prank tends to have more of a Carrie vibe. Or be a literal literary reenactment.”

“Its called an homage, 4chan.”

“Whatever, plagiarist. And anyway, I couldn’t go after ‘Wing for payback on this one. He used an Immunity card. If you didn’t want me getting back at you, you should have used one too."

Red Hood looms aggressively. Red Robin ignores willfully. Round and round they go. Superheroes who can survive excessive G-Forces are getting dizzy just watching them have a largely motionless stand-off. That shouldn’t be how that works, but whatever. All the most infamously reclusive and isolated heroes in all hero-dom are apparently part of the same one big reclusive and isolated family of fucked up weirdos and they’re all officially bonkers. Nothing makes sense anymore. Reality broke. Try another stall.

“Okay, but see, in order to have an Immunity card, I would have to participate in one of you losers’ stupid Immunity challenges,” the Red Hood drags out with exaggerated patience. “And I’m just not going to do that, on account of those all being fucking stupid. You see the problem there?”

Red Robin just shrugs. “I don’t know what to tell you, bro. You can have principles or you can have an Immunity card. You can’t have both.”

Meanwhile, on another side of....the same room.....look, its like, an octagonal room, probably. It has a lot of sides. Robin fends off questions from an aggrieved looking Superboy.

“You never told me you had a bajillion brothers and sisters!”

“Yes but I never said I didn’t either.”

Superboy rolls his eyes. “Oh yeah, so I should just assume everyone I meet has a bajillion secret brothers and sisters?”

“Well clearly it would have worked out in your favor in this instance if you had, now wouldn’t it?”

“Assuming of course that you can trust what has been said or implied here today and I am actually related to any of those numbskulls. Which I am not actually admitting to,” Robin tacks on hastily.

Superboy eyes him dubiously. “You joined in the same creepy chant all the others did and then got super self-conscious and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Which uh. I did.”

“First off, your interpretation of body language is abyssmal. I do not get self-conscious,” Robin says with a delivery that probably could have benefited from being a little less self-conscious. “And second....that proves nothing. I guessed what they were going to say.”

“Word for word,” Superboy says super-skeptically.

“I’m very good at guessing things. You know this.”

“Okay. Guess how much I believe you right now then.”

Robin glares and folds his arms grumpily across his chest.

“And what was that anyway? Was that like....you guys’ family motto or something like that?”

“Oh no,” Spoiler pipes up. “That’s much shorter.”

Superboy balks at that. “Wait, you guys actually have one of those for real?”

“Yup,” Steph says, counting out the words with her fingers. “He who laughs last....probably works for the Joker. So tranq him just to be safe. See? Only sixteen words. The first rule of Living While Batty is way longer, and what we said was just the abridged version. You should hear the original, before Black Bat put her foot down and refused to memorize it unless sizable edits were made.”

Superboy hovers between her and Robin now, both in mid-air and on the verge of taking Spoiler’s words as an invitation to hear just that. A low growl arises from Robin’s direction.

“Must you?” He asks the older vigilante, with a most put upon expression.

She looks at him pityingly. “Do you actually need me to answer that? Like, we’ve met, right? Hi, I’m Spoiler.”

“Wait, so Robin said that I just never specifically asked him if he had a bajillion brothers and sisters, and that’s why he didn’t tell me, so that means he wouldn’t have just lied and there’s not some code of secrecy that flat out forbids telling other people stuff, right?” Superboy realizes excitedly.

“Yes, excellent direction. Go on,” Spoiler says, steepling her fingers. Robin buries his face in the palm of one hand.

“Soooo, what other stuff could you tell me about Robin’s super top secret family that I wouldn’t think to ask about but that he would tell me about if I knew what questions to ask?”

She claps once, lightly but with emphasis. “Well done. You’ve passed the first barrier. Untold secrets await you behind just a few more.”

“I’ll get you for this,” Robin vows calmly. She waves a hand at him.

“Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you do it before January 1st, remember? You’ve promised retribution like ten times already this year and those don’t roll over, y’know. Rules are rules.”

“Enough!” Thunders a voice then, from the front of the room. Well one of the fronts anyway. Like sides, it has a lot of them, but this is the one where Batman’s standing. All eyes snap to him. Which is kinda just what eyes do when Batman says stuff like that. Its like his superpower, except he doesn’t actually have superpowers, which is what makes it scary. But where the snapping of the eyes (directional) is usually followed by Batman saying something else besides just “hey look at me,” here he pauses in the wake of his own call to attention’s waning reverberations. Uncharacteristically silent.

Not that, y’know, he’s normally Mr. Talkity Talk, but usually his silences feel like he has the words to fill them, he’s just withholding them. This though, this feels more like he doesn’t have any words at all. And he’s as confused by it as any of them, and most everyone else is confused by Batman being confused, and its this whole trickle down economy of confusion and its wrecking havoc on the value of the golden silence standard.

Of course, not everyone present is rendered spellbound with confusion.

“C’mon B,” Nightwing cajoles, leaning forward and practically radiating delight. “I think you know what you have to do now. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Its not likely to come around again.”

Red Hood snickers beneath his helmet and chimes in. “Yeah Pops, go ahead. You do this and you’ll actually have my respect for a whole twenty four hours. No, wait. Sixteen. No! Eight. Yeah, eight. Still a good deal.”

“Carpe diem, B,” Red Robin grins, leaning back as if to enjoy the show.

“Hey! Infringe on my trademark one more time, dude,” Signal throws a faux-glare at the former. Red Robin just quirks an eyebrow.

“And what, you’ll start saying Yum every time you eat a burger? Oh no. I’m hoist by my own petard.”

Signal flips him off with a grin and then redirects his attention back to Batman. “Yeah seriously though B, you kinda gotta do it now. Because if you don’t do it, then you’ll forever be the guy who didn’t do it, and you don’t want to be that guy, do you?”

“Yeah you really don’t want to be that guy,” Spoiler shouts out. “Nobody likes that guy. He’s the worst.”

“Do it, do it,” Black Bat starts chanting beside her, steadily picking up speed and volume. Several others start joining in. Even Robin appears to be slightly anticipatory, albeit trying very hard to hide it.

Batman sighs, and somehow everyone manages to hear it. Stills. Waits for....something? Nobody but them seems to have any clue what, but the air is thick and heavy with portentiousness. Something is about to happen, and all most of the heroes present could say for sure is it was something they never would have in a million years seen coming.

Finally, Batman straightens with the resigned air of a man about to have oh so many regrets. He crosses his arms, shakes his head, and in an absolute deadpan monotone, says:

“You are awful children. You know you’re killing me. You’re killing your father.”

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aemonds-sapphire · 3 years

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Coffee Run - Hawks x Reader (Smut)

Summary: Hawks simply wanted to enjoy his coffee in peace, but you had needs of your own, especially knowing he was entering his rut. You know what they say... be careful with what you wish for, because you just might get it.

Warnings: NSFW. Rut!Hawks. Feral Hawks. Public sex. Breeding kink. Pregnancy kink. Lactation kink (brief mention). Featherplay. Slight overstimulation.

Word count: 3.7k

Hawks was nearing his rut. That much was clear. Keeping up an easy going appearance was what he excelled at, until he hit that particular time of the year. Until he was forced to take that medication that would suppress his primal instinct to breed.

But rarely anything in this world came without bearing unpleasant consequences.

“I’ll just have the usual. Thanks.”

The young waitress then turned to you expectantly. “And you, miss?”

You pondered for a second as you eyed the pro hero sitting in front of you. To anyone oblivious to the changes occurring in his body they might think he was just not a morning person.

An idea popped in your mind all of a sudden.

“I’ll have a strawberry lollipop,” you finally said, causing Hawks to briefly lift his eyes from the phone in his hand. “What? I have a sweet tooth.”

The waitress nodded and walked away. He was still glaring at you, one fuzzy eyebrow slightly arched.

“Just that? It’s not a proper breakfast.”

“Neither is coffee, yet here we are.”

He shrugged at your response, shifting his attention back to his phone.

Coffee was his personal mood booster. It was dangerous to demand anything from a rutting Hawks until he had drunk an unhealthy amount of it.

The sun was barely out, and that was exactly why he’d choose this café. Only a few people would be there, which meant he wouldn’t have to deal with loud fans walking up to him and asking for selfies or autographs... or even hugs. It was perfect to hide from everyone how moody and snappy he could get in times like these.

But you figured he still wasn’t taking the medication. He always dreaded it because of how groggy and lethargic it’d leave him.

“You okay?”

He had his index finger flicking up and down on the screen. “Sure.”

But what Hawks didn’t know was that... well... you knew what why he was acting so unlike him.

Soon after, the waitress came back with a large cup of coffee and your lollipop that you promptly snatched from the tray with a smile.

Hawks mumbled a quick ‘thanks’ and you watched him take a few gulps of the hot beverage, while you removed the wrapping.

He sighed in pure relief as his huge wings vibrated from the instant pleasure. “I really needed this.”

You also reckoned he needed something else.

Sliding the round candy in your mouth, you propped your chin on interlaced fingers, regarding him quizzically.

“Is that all you need?”

The apparent innocent question had his golden eyes meet yours. However, you needed them to travel south, so you parted your lips seductively and dangled the lollipop from one corner of your mouth to the other with your tongue.

Bingo.

Hawks’ eyes dropped to your mouth in an instant, taking in the sight of you skilfully twirling the stick while letting out some lewd wet sounds.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what? I love sucking...” you said innocently.

The cup in his hand cracked lightly from his tight grip, and a faint frown settled on his beautiful face.

“You sure you okay?”

For someone who was able to maintain an wavering smile not matter the circumstances, Hawks really was falling behind his reputation. Maybe it wasn’t wise for you to keep pushing him like this. All the innuendos and teasing would eventually get him to snap.

You kept on sucking and licking the hard candy happily, eyeing your boyfriend with utmost interest.

He took another sip of his hot coffee, and you noticed his pupils were slightly dilated. Undoubtedly, the visual of you sucking on something was a enough to spark his arousal.

“Hmm... this tastes so good...” you moaned softly, fluttering your eyes shut for a brief moment. “Want to taste it?”

When he didn’t reply, you decided to take it up a notch. You kicked off your shoe and moved it to touch his leg.

He arched an eyebrow.

Slowly, you began sliding it up his leg and only stopped once you’d reached his inner thigh.

“Stop...”

You let the round candy caress your bottom lip, making sure he could see strings of your saliva sliding down to coat your tongue. Mustering a bit more courage, you dragged your feet until it reached his crotch.

Hawks was hard as a rock.

“You’re so warm...” you whispered, rubbing your foot against his cock.

You could tell he was about to snap.

“Hawks? Honey, look! It’s Hawks!”

You quickly turned your head to look at a young couple that was approaching your table. It couldn’t be avoided. Even in the early hours there would always be someone who was a fan of Hawks.

Hawks was forced to regain his composure, and you figure it was taking every single fibre in his body to produce his trademark unwavering grin.

The woman seemed a little hesitant at first. “Are we interrupting something? I’m so sorry... we are big fans.”

“You are such an inspiration to us,” the man added with excitement.

“Thank you!” Hawks beamed, his beautiful features never betraying what was going on under the table. “Want an autograph?”

She quickly nodded, rummaging through her purse to get a pen. “Our baby will love you, too. We’ll make sure of that.”

Hawks visibly swallowed. “Baby?”

“Yes! We found out we’re going to be parents last week.”

You side-eyed him closely. Inwardly, you started cackling in delight, knowing far too well this was one of Hawks’ most intimate triggers. It was far too obvious that being in his rut made it all much worse for him

“Congratulations! How is everything going?” you inquired sweetly, applying gentle pressure on his covered erection with your toes.

He shifted in his seat, doing his best to cope with the sudden stimulation coming from you.

The woman seemed taken aback by your kindness and quickly bowed her head while handing the pen to Hawks.

“Oh, the morning sickness can be quite draining, but otherwise I can’t complain.”

Her partner handed Hawks a copy of a magazine that had him on the cover. He blushed awkwardly. “She keeps it in her purse in case we run into you so we can get an autograph.”

“That’s awesome,” he said genuinely, his voice slightly strained as he drew his signature on it. “Thanks for the support.”

The couple retrieved the magazine and bowed to both of you before walking away.

“That is so cool...” you said, twirling the lollipop stick in between your thumb and index finger. “I wonder what it feels like being pregnant.”

Hawks moved your foot away from his crotch. “Bathroom. Now.”

Your mouth fell open at his sudden outburst, sliding your foot back into your shoe. “Why?”

He rose to his full height as his red wings quivered slightly. “I’m done with you.”

Placing the hard candy back on its wrapping, you gulped as you followed his lead. The café had started to get more clients, and some of them shot a few glares at the winged hero.

The waitress was eyeing both of you. “Is everything okay?”

Hawks shot a brief smile. “She’s not feeling well.”

He certainly had a way to have things go his way.

She looked at yo worriedly. “Should I get help?”

Hawks hurried you into the bathroom, before adding. “She’s with the number two pro hero. I’m all the help she needs.”

Point taken.

Hawks pulled you into a small cubicle, shutting the door with a kick. You heard the lock rattle and you took the opportunity turn around to face him. His massive wings struggled to fit inside the confined space, which caused him to look more menacing as they coiled up against his body.

“You’re rutting.”

His pupils were fully blown and you briefly saw something flash in his eyes. “Of course you know.”

“I know a lot of things,” you cooed, dragging down one hand to squeeze him through his pants. “You’re not taking your medication.”

You’d been dating Hawks for a few months now, and you found out that he went through a rut every year by mere chance. It didn’t take long for you to connect the dots after hearing a phone conversation between him and someone from the commission — you assumed it was a doctor —, who insisted that Hawks had to take the hormonal suppressant medication to lessen the effects, allowing him to function properly.

“I don’t fucking need it,” he snarled at you through gritted teeth.

“I think you do... if you’re so willing to fuck me in a public bathroom,” you whispered seductively, giving his cock a gentle squeeze. “I wonder what made you snap... was it the conversation about pregnancy... or—“

Hawks had had enough of your running your mouth, and with little effort on his part, he flipped you over so that you were now pressed against the bathroom sink, a tall mirror capturing your surprised expression along with his feral one.

“No, little bird...” he growled, hooking his gloved fingers in the belt loops of your pants. “I am not gonna fuck you. I’m gonna breed you.”

It was a dark promise, and one you knew he could keep. After all, that was the purpose of a rut: to breed. Every single cell in his body was prepared for this, and you couldn’t bring yourself to pretend this sudden shift in Hawks’ demeanor didn’t make your pussy clench.

Your hands were supporting your weight by gripping the edge of the cold material of the sink, and you tentatively leaned forward in an attempt to brush against his crotch.

Hawks slid one hand to your front, effectively undoing your pants. “You’re ovulating... fuck...”

That caught by surprise. “What...”

He shifted his body on top of yours, so he could nuzzle your neck, capturing your scent.

“I can smell it... fuck...fuck... you need to be bred...”

In one swift motion, he yanked your pants down. Hawks was usually so much more gentle with you during sex; this was definitely something unexpected, but that you couldn’t stop yourself from yearning.

On the other hand, you considered his words for a moment. Did he really mean it? Did he really want to knock you up, or was this just his hormones talking?

Either way, this was turning you on beyond belief, and you decided to egg him on.

“You want to breed me?”

He was nipping at your neck, causing a few of his moans to be heard. You could feel the hard print of his cock pressed against the curve of your ass, and as you bucked your hips instinctively you felt his own meet you halfway, setting a slow rhythm.

“I need to knock you up... I need you tummy all swollen with my baby,” the young man kept mumbling more to himself than to you, but you couldn’t get enough of it. “I need your... your...”

A gush of wetness leaked out of your pussy as you felt him fumbling with his belt. Through the reflection in the mirror, you could see a faint blush settling on his face, increasing his handsomeness by a tenfold — you didn’t even know how that was possible.

“My what...” your voice came out in a low mewl, keeping your hips swaying at a steady pace.

Hawks undid his pants at once, and gave your ass cheeks a few slaps with his leaking cock.

He gripped your hip tightly. “Let me see your tits...”

You kept yourself balance on one hand as the other dragged the fabric of your shirt up, rolling it just above your breasts. Hawks released his cock, bringing his hips forward to have it slide between your round cheeks; you could start to feel the wetness coating your skin and standing your panties as he kept humping you. His free hand moved to grasp your bra, jerking the material down and finally exposing your hardening nipples.

Hawks heaved a deep breath, resting his chin on your shoulder as he looked at your body through the mirror.

“Can’t wait until they get bigger... full of milk... leaking for me...” he brushed his gloved thumb across your sensitive nipple, causing it to harden even more. “I bet it will taste so good... so sweet... you know I love sweet things.”

Your mind was going blank from all the pleasure being delivered to you at once. From his cock slowly fucking your ass cheeks all the way to the way he was glaring at you through some public bathroom mirror while spitting out the filthiest things you had ever heard him utter.

He snapped his hips hard for a split second, almost causing you to lose balance, forcing you to grip the sink with both hands, eyes still fixed on the way your breasts bounced softly along with each shove from him.

Slowly, he dragged his hand to your lower abdomen, massaging it with spread fingers. “Fuck... I need to feel it getting swollen... gonna knock you up so good.”

Streaks of precum were sliding down your cheeks, leaving wet trails behind and sending jolts of pleasure running down your spine.

“Sorry, but I’m gonna make you cum fast,” he suddenly said.

You weren’t really sure why he was apologizing for that, or even how he intended to achieve such feat. Hawks was more than capable of pleasuring women, but even the most skilled man certainly had his limitations when it came to how fast they could make a woman reach her high.

Even so, apologizing for giving someone an orgasm probably ranked up high with the likes of “Sorry, but I’m going to give you a new house” or “Sorry, but I’m going to give you an unlimited supply of money”. Out of all the things he could feel sorry for — like desperately banging you in some public bathroom, for example—, that one should be the least of his concerns.

As if reading the skepticism splattered across your face, he gave you a knowing smile, and before you could even wonder what he meant by that you felt something poking your covered clit.

What the...

“Hawks!”

You didn’t expect desperate Hawks to play fair, but this was on another level. The fabric covering your soaked pussy was being pulled to the side, and in no time a velvety object started proving your pulsing clit.

He was using his feathers.

Now you knew what he meant by making you cum fast, the bastard. The sensation was overwhelming, and you vaguely wondered why he had never tried this before.

“Shh... I need you to cum first, so I can have your pussy milking my cock,” he pressed a kiss on your neck. “Be a good girl and keep your voice down.”

With one hand still caressing your tummy and the other squeezing one breasts softly, you tried hard to bite back your moans as his feather kept stroking your clit as he commanded.

You started panting heavily, drunk in pleasure. “I... I... Hawks...”

Seeing that you weren’t going to be able to keep quiet, he brought the hand on your breast to clamp it over your mouth.

“You’re so ready for me... I can feel the vibrations through my feather... you’re throbbing so much for me, baby...”

And it was the absolute truth. Your were absolutely sure his feather was already drenched in your juices, but you didn’t care at all. A few more flicks and strokes sent your hips into auto-pilot, trying to get more friction.

Long and drawn out moans erupted from your throat only to be muffled by his gloved hand.

You could feel something in your core swirling and shifting and through the haze of passion, you could tell it was the tension building up inside you that was reaching a dangerous peak.

“Good girl... t-that’s my girl... getting ready for me to breed her...”

His dirty talk served as the perfect incentive for you to get closer and closer to the edge. You saw your vision begin to tunnel and suddenly you fell headfirst into the explosion of pleasure that had your arms and legs shake violently, and you thanked the heavens that Hawks’ body was pressed against yours, or you’d have sunk to your feet.

But before your pussy could stop contracting around nothing, you felt your body being pushed forward and in one quick slide, his cock was buried deep inside you.

Hawks’ hips faltered for a second as he adjusted to your tightness. “Fuck!”

The feather brushing your clit stopped its ministrations, and as your field of vision started clearing, you saw it hovering in front of your face. It was completely covered in your juices and a few droplets dripped onto the sink. His hand fell to grip your hip, and your lips immediately parted in a silent scream as overstimulation took over.

“Keep it open... lick... lick it...” he groaned, his voice strained and shaky as his cock endured your contractions.

You extended your tongue out, allowing is feather to drag along it, pooling your wetness on your tongue.

Hawks’ reflection shivered before your eyes at the newfound source of pleasure. “F-fuuuck... just like that...”

His wings fluttered as so did the feather stroking your muscle, and even though your orgasm had already subsided, the never ending stimulation from his thick cock hitting deep inside you was just too much.

“I’m gonna lose it! Fuck!” he nearly cried out, ad you could only pray that no one could hear him outside.

Your knees bucked weakly as he snapped his hips into you once, twice and again closing in on his own release, but the moment you ran your tongue over the sensitive extension of his body you knew he was done for. He bucked up to meet your hips in an especially sharp thrust and you could feel the hot gush of his cum deep inside you, coating your trembling walls, mixing with your own juices.

He hadn’t lasted long, but you weren’t at all surprised, considering how much the vast array of different stimuli that he was subjected to in such a sort amount of time.

A few seconds ticked by, and he finally began pulling out, you pussy reflexively clamping around him as if to make him stay.

“Stop clenching like that before I get hard again...” he warned, giving your ass a soft smack as he slid out completely with a loud slurping sound.

You whimpered softly as emptiness filled you instead. As you were about to straighten yourself, you felt a blob of cum threading to spill, and Hawks promptly kept you leaning forward.

“I didn’t just fill you with a big load for you to waste it all,” and with that, he dragged the tip of his cock along your leaking pussy and pushed it back inside. “There you go... all stuffed again.”

The head of his cock didn’t stay inside you for long, and once he slid out you reached for paper from the dispenser hanging on the wall.

He grabbed your arm. “No.”

“I need to clean myself...”

“No, you don’t,” Hawks whispered sweetly into your ear, and you felt him tug at your panties before letting the fabric slap your over sensitive clit. “You’re gonna be a good girl and keep it all in.”

Your eyes widened in shock. Certainly, he didn’t mean that....

“Hawks... I can’t walk around with your cum dripping from me,” you stated as a matter of fact.

You saw his reflection in the mirror; he had a devious smile dancing on his lips, making your insides coil in sudden realization.

“Didn’t you want me to breed you? Then keep my cum inside your tight pussy,” he began, planting soft caring kisses on the side of your neck in between. “Think you can do that for me, beautiful?”

Feeling your panties sticking to your swollen lips with the aftermath of both your juices and drops of his cum made a shiver run down you entire body.

You nodded once.

Suddenly, he bent over slightly to grasp the waistband of your pants, quickly dragging them up your thighs.

“Time to go,” he huffed as one of his gloved hands brushed along his unruly golden locks of hair. “This was just meant to be a quick coffee run.”

There was a faint smudge of pink crossing his nose and resting on both his cheeks. He looked positively less tense, with his blush being the only indicator that he had just emptied his balls deep inside you.

He unlocked the door and exited first, but not before shooting his Hawks-like smile at you. “I’ll be going ahead to pay and deal with the fans.”

You chuckled as the door closed, and turned to look at your reflection in the mirror while adjusting your clothes. “Well... don’t look at me like that. He’s impossible to resist, especially like this...”

After you were done washing your hands, you took a few steps immediately feeling a few drops of cum dripping onto your panties. You clenched your pussy hard in the hopes of preventing more from spilling.

This was not going to end well.

Taking a deep breath, you walked out and were met with the waitress. “Oh! Are you alright now?”

Yeah, I just got fucked hard and I have cum leaking from me. “Yes! Thank you, and sorry for leaving like that... I really wasn’t feeling well.”

She nodded in understanding, stepping aside to let you walk into the lobby only to see a loud commotion of people piling up around something. Big massive turfs of scarlet feathers quickly gave it away and you smiled fondly.

Hawks.

A few girls standing nearby were giggling to each other, catching your attention.

“Oh my... he’s so much more handsome up close,” one said with a dreamy sigh.

“His wings are so pretty...” the other murmured.

Yes. Hawks had that effect on nearly everyone he crossed paths with. In one way or another, people had the tendency to fall fo him and be drawn by his quirky personality. Even if at the end of the day, once he got home, you could see the wearing effects of having to keep up with this society’s standards.

As the crowd began to disperse, he waved a hand at you.

“It was so nice to have you here, Hawks,” the young waitress blurted out as you two made your exit. “Please come again!”

The number two pro hero bowed his head and gave her a thumbs up. “I’m sure I will. Very soon,” he winked at you.

Very poor choice of words.

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